RIO
Listening to Bree express her disappointment, and how unexpected it was, she tore through the last glimmering bit of hope I had within me. That silent internal prayer, hoping that I had misunderstood what Bree was doing. Perhaps I misheard what she was saying.
Yet, here we were.
Trapped in an awkward and tense moment with my small car, speeding down the highway. Bree was unaware of the raging beast within me begging to be released as she continued to hammer on about how it wasn’t fair, how she would love to be able to tell her boss where to go, and just spend the summer travelling around the country with me.
I was surprised by myself.
I should break. This should break me. But I sat there, cool as a cucumber; my grip on the steering wheel was slightly alarming, but Bree didn’t seem
